Erebor was colder than Thorin had remembered from his youth,perhaps it was as Durin’s day was long past them now. Yet,what did bother him,was the shuttering,teeth-clattering mess that laid next to him on the king sized bed. Despite thick furs and silky sheets,a lit fireplace and a nightgown,they were still freezing,shivering next to him.

Rolling onto his back,Thorin grunted under his breath,the darkness of the room splayed across the roof,aside from the flicker of the fireplace now and then. He could not sleep,not with the sound of teeth clapping together next to him.

He knew it was not their fault. They were not a dwarf,not used to withstanding such extreme weather,yet he could not excuse his anger either. “Will you stop?” His voice came out sourer than intended,but perhaps that would help.

They at least grew silent for a second..